He looked very grave, and yet oddly happy.

Was it possible that he had news at last of Anna Wolsky?
He mounted the stone-steps and disappeared into the house; and Sylvia, getting up, began moving restlessly about her room.

She longed to go downstairs, and yet a feminine feeling of delicacy restrained her from doing so.
A great stillness brooded over everything.

The heat had sent everyone indoors.

M.Polperro, perhaps because of his Southern up-bringing, always took an early afternoon siesta.